Well yeah, we're almost there

Tamira put one hand behind her back while continuing to jam three fingers as deep as they'd go in her snatch. The boy who was bad at munching carpet didn't seem to have similar reservations with abusing a small woman's mouth, and he hammered her throat much harder than his friend had done.

The whole scene was getting too violent for Penny to find it fully arousing. She closed her eyes and tried to get back the feelings that had driven her to jilling in a crowded room. She tried to picture Isidro between the legs of--

Penny's eyes snapped open and she was looking at Tammy. She held her hands on her hips and pushed her chest forward a bit. Penny couldn't decide if the pose was "dominance" or "porn star" but it was unsettling to have it directed at Penny.

But the reason she opened her eyes was that Isidro's tongue was tickling the wet slit between her pussy lips.

Penny pulled her hand away in shock and Isidro began to lick higher, mostly hitting the top of her clit hood. Alma said something and he groped around with his fingers, then went a bit lower and got far better stimulation.

Penny moaned in surprise and pleasure. She could hear some talking and sort of see the people around her, but she wasn't thinking clearly at all.

Something happened with her hands...

Something was on her face...

Her pussy felt so good and her head felt so light...

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAA!

Room crashing back into focus.

Nothing like this ever before! Legs shaking. Lower abdomen jerking around. Pussy shuddering. Squirting.

Screaming orgasm--

Can't scream.

Can't?

AWFUL TASTE. Tongue--

Asshole?

Hot, hairy, sweaty. Bad smell, worse taste. Disgusting.

...Tiring. Tonguing a hairy anus willingly and wildly.

WHAT?!?

Hand on a cock.

Cock is pulsing, shooting cum onto belly and chest.

Too much cum.

...Two cocks?

Two hands, two cocks.

Two streams of cum hitting body.

Squirting cunt not even being touched!

Ass leaving face.

Disgust. Paralysis. Fear. Inability to emote or speak.

People all around. Some laughing.

Shaking head, "No." But what was the question?

Arms up. Request for space.

...Don't want space. Missing home, safety, cozy places, wrapped up in blankets...

Blackness.